Go On.
Pierce the halfway smokey glow and strike with the precision that's meant to kill
Take the haze with the tip of your fingers and wrap it around like a mortal coil
Cut into ribbons the high that was supposed to be the penultimate epic thrill
Crash through the glass and shatter into a million pieces on the cold, hard soil
That's the reality, without its rules and norms, with all its illusions
The high falootin' low debasin' all round swindlin' taunt when we're high on life
Feel the change that comes through the experience of many years
Fear the blame that comes through the words of your ignorant peers
The peerless shroud of conceited contempt looking down on those down below
Is it any wonder why I'm so scared that I'm grounded to the floor?
The poison seeps and takes hold of the rich innocence of life
It couldn't be more unexpected that I'm hanging onto just that little bit
The pure and naive is long gone, and the cynic laughs in their place
Emotions turn toxic and just when the first leaf falls in the frost that is April
The wind carries off a fragment of whatever's left of the withered soul
Rebuild the psyche, salvage the wreck, solder the broken pieces and make a new man
Let him stand up and walk again with the confidence befitting of a person
May he endure the pressure of guilt and remember the life he once had
The swan song of the man just about to crash again is just the dead's last gasp
So that I'll always remember, and so that we'll never forget
So that as day goes on I'll recall my regret
We all move along someday
Go on.
And the wind brought Clive @ 12:57 PM
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